Crank

The inspiration for this story was a music video. It’s not one mainstream channels would dare play. To see this influencer, search for the music video for ‘Vanity’ by Arca.

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Peyton pulled into the dark parking lot and backed into a space along the fence. He sat in the silence watching men enter the old warehouse building. They crossed the alligatored parking lot, climbed up the steps, crossed the open loading dock area, and entered through a man door at the end of a row of vertical lift doors. He laughed at the idea of the regular door to enter being called a ‘man door’ knowing what was within. He tugged on his cock, feeling his horniness, the shear carnal nature of it. He wanted sex, and tonight he didn’t give a fuck about going to dinner or a movie or getting to know someone. The only thing he would ask of any man on this night was his first name. He wanted to feel some connection to each one, regardless of how fleeting it may be. Maybe just a grope or kiss, or maybe a blowjob, or maybe…

He smiled at the possibilities that were before him. He watched another man cross the parking lot. Dressed in a tank top and tight gym shorts, Peyton knew a bottom whore when he saw it. He tugged on his cock again, as the man walked past the wall sign, the only designation for the business inside the warehouse. In white lettering on a flat black background: Crank. A euphemism for what every man entering craved. Crank, dong, fire hose, fuckpole, johnson, meat…cock. How many goddamn words were there to describe a man’s cock? Peyton smirked in the darkness of his car as he psyched himself for a night of debauchery. Wonton sex. Fucking.

Peyton was twenty. Two-zero. A real man now, in his eyes, and based on the looks he got on campus and around town, in the eyes of others too. He didn’t consider himself to have model good looks, but he felt attractive, with wavy thick black hair, green eyes, and a masculine face. He rubbed the stubble along his chin imagining he was rubbing it along a man’s thigh, or along the abdomen just before taking the cock.

Last night had been fun, the party thrown by friends. It had gone until the early morning hours, and he had slept until two o’clock, then laid around feeling horny and frustrated. At the party, first Ian, then Marcus had turned him down. He had had them before and unfortunately for him, both wanted more than a romp in the sack.

Now he sat outside Crank, tugging on his while feeling his horniness build.

Another guy crossed the parking lot. Tall, lean, with blonde hair that had to come from a bottle. No one was that blonde…were they? On the dock in full view, he saw the frayed worn jeans and tight-fitting t-shirt.

“Fuck.”

An utterance to his frustration, and to his impatience. He opened the car door and headed toward the steps. He straightened his tank top, then laughed at what a futile gesture it had been. He intended to be shed of it soon.

 

Richard Thomas Harrison, businessman, youngest of three siblings, forty-one years old, gay, and to his way of thinking, mischievous deviant. He was a native of the city, knew every neighborhood, all the best short cuts, the restaurants that were underrated or not on the radar of those looking for the latest thing. And he had been in the industry of gay pleasure since he was eighteen working his naked ass on a stage, then down a man’s cock backstage earning a little extra. He danced and whored himself out in the best clubs in town, especially those with vague names and no exterior signage, just a number on a metal door and one dim bulb illuminating it. Then he worked as a manager at one club, then another, until buying into another. He now owned three clubs in town. One a night club, one a strip club, and one a sex club. The latter had been the hardest to open, the first problem a suitable location. A brightly lit business district or some commercial strip was out of the question. There had to be sense of separateness about the place, some intangible quality that spoke of a building isolated and abandoned. The old warehouses on Charleston Avenue on the west side of town had been a perfect find. Those with viable businesses operated only during the day. A Chinese noodle factory, a used computer tech company, an importer (of what no one could say), a metal supplier, and a wood shop. And in the back of the small office/warehouse development, Richard’s own little enterprise, Crank. A sex club, pure and simple. There was no illusion it was anything else. There was no bar or dance floor, not even facilities like a spa, other than a shower room to clean up at night’s end. Crank was a maze of halls, rooms with different configurations, and two small theaters showing the latest gay porn. There was a mezzanine that overlooked the floor below and within it, a few offices, one of which belonged to Richard, with a wall of monitors that overlooked every nook and cranny of the place. He could watch everything that went on, and some nights watched until his stomach was covered in a puddle of cum.

He sat in his chair, surprised at the number of men coming in on a Wednesday night. Many he recognized, men who came often to fuck, or be fucked, or to do both. He watched them enter the lobby, pay their twenty-five bucks, then proceed to the locker rooms where some stripped completely, and some stripped down to their underwear, and others just down to their jeans and boots. Each exposing themselves to a level that aroused them, gave them the costume to fuel their sexual fantasies. A few even changed into leather gear with harnesses, chaps, or jock straps with snap on cod pieces. Richard watched them, gave measure to each one, smiling at the meat that was entering his little playhouse.

He glanced at the monitor for the entry and sat up. He watched a young guy climb the steps and walk pass the camera adjusting his tank top. Young with dark hair and the shadow of a beard with a tall lean body. And more intriguing for Richard, fresh meat for the playhouse.

 

Peyton didn’t know what to expect before entering the sex club, so he was a bit surprised to find a lobby like any he had seen in night clubs. A bouncer stood to one side, and two guys behind the counter, one checking driver’s licenses and checking them in, and the other handing out a key on a wrist band and a towel.

As he handed over his card for payment, he saw the look from the two guys. An appraisal of his physical body. The eyes went up and down, then a slight smile. Approved, he thought as he took the key and towel.

There were four men in the locker room, two talking quietly in the corner, one stripped to white boxer briefs bulging with cock, and the other naked, and with one foot propped on a bench, his cock hung heavy visibly below the thigh.

Posing for us, Peyton knew, as he searched for his locker. He passed one guy tossing a shirt into a locker, stripped down to jeans. Peyton sized him up. Lean body and nice ass that seemed to be the only thing holding up the loose jeans. He wondered if there was underwear beneath them. When he passed close, he looked down the back at the top of the ass just visible beneath the waist band and knew the answer. He found his locker and unlocked it as he looked at the fourth guy. Late thirties, if he had to guess, and stripped down to nothing but a collar and black shorts.

Peyton knew there was all kinds of play within the club, but to see the guy in a collar made it real the different aspects and roles of sex between men.

Wallet, keys, and cell phone safely put in the locker, he stood for second, wondering on whether, or not to remove the tank top. He liked the feel of the loose soft fabric against his skin. But he also knew he liked to have it off when having sex. Grabbing the hem, he slipped it over his head and tossed it into the locker. When he turned, he saw the guys give him the once over.

The locker room led to a maze of corridors. The main one was about five feet wide, but all the secondary corridors were barely wide enough for two men to pass each other, and one had to turn sideways to do that. Music played through the space but not so loud he couldn’t hear moans and grunts and voices telling someone to suck or to take it. He moved down the main corridor until halfway down then turned right into one of the narrow side corridors. It turned and angled deeper into the club, the light getting dimmer as he went. He passed a niche where one man was sucking another. Then he came to a small room.

In the center was a stockade, about half as high as normal, and locked in it was a naked guy. With skin glistening wetly and hair wet with sweat, the guy had been put through his paces. Standing in front of him, pushing cock into the guy’s mouth stood an older man. Broad shouldered and muscular, the older man was pushing a thick cock into the other’s mouth. He looked up at Peyton and motioned with his head for him to come closer and join them.

Peyton moved next to the guy in the stockade and ran a hand down the slick back down to the ass. He worked a finger down between the cheeks until he felt the wet leaking hole. He fingered it with one finger, then two, then three as he listened to the slurping and gasps for breath.

“He wants it; give it to him,” the older man uttered as the guy bucked in the stockade, struggling to breathe.

“What’s his name? Just the first name is all I want,” Peyton replied.

“Matthew, and I’m Gus.”

“Matthew…Gus…” Peyton repeated as he rubbed his hardening cock through his jeans while fingering Matthew’s ass. “I’m Peyton,” he added as he grew aroused.

“Well, Peyton, don’t make this bitch wait. Take out that cock and let’s see you fuck his ass.”

Peyton undid his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. His cock angled out half hard, and he stroked it while moving around behind Matthew. He got on his knees and moved up between the spread legs. A couple of strokes, he then pushed his cock down until it was against the slick hole.

“Do it, shove that cock in him,” said Gus.

Peyton looked up at Gus and smiled, then he buried his cock inside Matthew. Matthew bucked in the stockade, then shivered with the penetration. Peyton held the narrow waist and began to fuck. He worked his cock slowly at first savoring the feel of every inch moving through that loosened opening. He heard Matthew slobbering on Gus’ cock, the sound of it more animated than before.

Peyton increased his speed, fucking with a brutal pace, until hips smacked against ass. He hammered his cock into Matthew’s depths. Thrust after thrust, shoving inward all the way.

“Fuck…I’m going to come,” Gus bellowed, then angled his head back and cried out as he jerked and shuddered with release. Matthew choked and bucked in the stockade as he took Gus’ load.

Peyton slowed as Gus stepped back revealing a fat cock dripping with salvia. Then he became aware of two guys standing the shadows, watching them. He tightened his grip and resumed fucking, driving hard into Matthew’s ass. Matthew moaned and rocked in the stockade.

“Someone give me a cock. Come on, I need it,” Matthew uttered and one of the guys came out of the shadows freeing his cock from its confines in his jeans. He moved around the stockade and soon choked off Matthew’s grunts.

Peyton felt his arousal increase until he knew if he didn’t stop, he would soon come. He pulled out and watched his slick cock flex with his arousal, then he pulled up his jeans and secured the button, leaving the zipper undone.

“Next,” he said as he back away. The other guy came out of the shadows, shorts pushed down below a curved cock. Peyton watched the guy come up to Matthew and bury that cock inside him, then he turned and headed deeper into the maze of corridors.

 

Moving along the narrow corridor, Peyton passed a few guys, each time feeling them reach out and grope him. Two grabbed his ass, but one boldly grabbed his cock, giving it a quick squeeze.

It seemed like he had gone a long way but knew it was only a short distance when he came to another room. It was made up of two platforms, one about 18” high and the other about 36” higher still. A man was sitting on the lower platform, cock out, stroking it as he watched the sex on the upper platform. Two older men had a young guy on his back between them. One fucking the ass, the other fucking the mouth. Peyton came to the lower platform and stepped up on it so he could see better.

“It’s my boy’s birthday, so we’re celebrating,” said the man fucking the boy’s ass, in answer to Peyton’s stare.

“Really, how old is he?” Peyton asked.

“Twenty-six.”

“How old are you?” the other man asked.

“I just turned twenty yesterday,” Peyton replied.

“Oh, you should celebrate with us,” said the first man.

“I’m Peyton. Can I know your first names?”

The man fucking the boy’s ass, the one who indicated ownership, looked up into Peyton’s eyes and smiled. “I’m Ray, and that is Marcus, and this is…just call him boy.”

“Okay, Ray,” Peyton replied as he tugged on his cock through the jeans.

He climbed up on the platform and crawled to the boy. He lifted a cock that was hard and leaking, and licked off the sweetness, then buried it in his mouth. As he moved on the cock, he could see the cock fucking the boy’s ass. It piston inside the boy as he sucked, its pace changing from slow and deliberate to fast and furious. Cutting his eyes to the left, he watched the boy’s throat bulged as he took Marcus’ cock. Then a hand came down on his back. It rubbed over his shoulders, then down his back and didn’t stop at his jeans. It slipped underneath them, down between his cheeks until touching his hole. The fingers rubbed it, then one penetrated it.

Peyton buried the boy’s cock in his mouth as one, then two fingers worked his hole. It stroked his arousal, made him want to feel a cock inside him.

Sitting up, Peyton got to his knees, undid his jeans, and worked each leg free. Jeans tossed to the side; he stroked his cock feeling his nakedness. The full exposure to the men. It made him feel his masculinity, his sexuality. After few slow strokes of his cock, he moved to straddle the boy.

Ray held the boy’s cock as Peyton got into position and eased down on it. There was no teasing or play, just the slow descent down every inch of the boy’s cock. Peyton took every inch, then sat still for a few seconds savoring the feel of the penetration, the fullness of it buried inside him. He watched Marcus fuck the boy’s mouth, drool leaking from the lips and the throat bulging with every push inward. He stroked his own cock and began to move, upward, then down, over and over he moved on the boy’s cock. His pace increased until he was moving with a roughness that caused his cock to smack the boy’s stomach and he and the boy to grunt as his ass smacked down on him. Marcus fucked with a steady rhythm and Peyton could hear Ray blowing and huffing like a bull. The boy grabbed his thighs digging the fingers into the flexing muscle and he had to slow down, work his ass slowly on the cock or he was going to come too soon.

A hand pressed at the middle of his back, Ray pushing for him to lean over. He sat on the boy’s cock and did as directed. Marcus grabbed him by the hair and turned his face up. A rough kiss, then tongues dueling, as Peyton felt Ray’s cock next to the boy’s. Ray wanted to double penetrate him. Peyton wanted it too. To feel another man’s cock in his hole, the two working his depths. He slowed his breathing and moaned into Marcus’ mouth as Ray squeezed into his hole, sliding cock in next to the boy’s. He felt stretched open like never before. It made him shiver and sweat beaded on his skin. Ray held his waist and began to move inside him, slowly at first, a tug outward, then a push inward, working cock against cock inside his hole.

A hand came to his cock, toyed with the leaking head, but he couldn’t focus on it, lost to the sensation of two cocks inside him, one fucking faster and faster. The boy began to push upward, to work the other cock, and Peyton had to close his eyes as he gasped for breath.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Marcus exclaimed, and Peyton saw the boy swallowing frantically. Even so, cum leaked from his mouth, trickling down his cheek. Peyton leaned over and licked it off as Ray and the boy fucked him. He rocked back and forth, felt other hands rub his back and ass.

“Yeah, take those cocks.” Someone uttered.

“Fuck, that is hot,” said another.

“Yeah, take those cocks,” said yet another.

Ray pushed Peyton down until the boy and he were chest to chest and his cock pinned between them. The hand kept a pressure on his back holding him down as Ray fucked faster, harder, hips smacking against his ass. Then Ray cried out, and Peyton felt Ray jam cock into his depths, and Ray kept jamming inward, banging against his ass, and he knew Ray was coming. The boy moaned, then whimpered like a puppy, and Peyton felt him shudder and jerk beneath him. He knew the boy was coming too.

 

Peyton eased over the upper platform and down on the lower one. He watched the boy sit up and Ray kissed him passionately as Marcus slide off the platform to stand next to him.

“That was hot,” said Marcus, smacking him on the ass, then strolling away into the darkness.

Peyton felt cum trickle down his thigh as he reached for his jeans. He debated putting them on, wishing he had left them in the locker too. He saw the stares of the other men nearby and knew they too wanted him to leave them off, but he slipped them on, not wishing to carry them. Buttoned but not zippered, he left his hard cock sticking out.

 

Moving along a narrow corridor, following turns and choosing one path or another, Peyton came to a long narrow room. Doors lined both sides of it and through the open doors of the first few, he saw platforms with thin mattresses and between two of them a glory hole. Some doors were closed, and he could hear men having sex, and at one door, two men stood at the door stroking each other’s cock watching the scene within. He moved through the room and at the last door on the left, he saw it was half open with movement within.

Peyton knew an open door was no accident. It was either to let others watch or was an invitation to join. He stepped up to the door to look in. The angle was perfect, looking from behind the two men. The bottom was flat on his stomach, feet up in the air with legs spread revealing a stretched open hole. Hands held the cheeks wide apart stretching the hole open even more.

The one on his knees leaned forward and pushed down a thick curving cock. With no hesitation, he buried it inside the bottom and began to fuck.

Peyton watched as the top fucked relentlessly, sinking all the way into the bottom on every thrust. The platform squeaked and Peyton wasn’t sure if the partition walls were not squeaking as well. The fuck was brutal, fast, and physical, and the bottom’s cries and grunts seemed to spur the top to fuck even harder.

Peyton slow stroked his cock while watching. It didn’t take long, for no one could fuck like that for long. Soon the top shoved inward and tried to jam his cock even deeper, then he cried out.

“Fuck…take me…take me.”

Peyton pulled away feeling his hand become slick. He was so aroused his cock ached for release. But there was so much more to explore, and he headed for the next section of corridor.

 

Richard watched the young guy move through the maze, walking past men who tried to capture his attention or lure him into a dark corner. Based on what he had seen so far, the young man wasn’t going to hide in a corner. He came to see and be seen, and Richard’s hard cock spoke to that. He stroked it slowly tempted to play back the double penetration scene, but he saw the young guy nearing the small theater, the one he played the most graphic of sex scenes. There were no storylines or boys pretending to be lovers. It was just sex among men. In hotel rooms, beneath overpasses, in warehouses, or some dark place where the surroundings were just dark shadow. Videos of sex that made the theater the most popular of the two. A quick glance at the monitor he saw one of his favorite flicks playing. One of guys in some trashed strewn apartment, just going from one to the next, sucking and fucking.

The corridor dumped the men right allowing everyone to check them out. A couple of seconds later, Richard watched the young guy enter the theater. On the front row, three guys sat watching the flick then the young guy who was stroking a very hard, leaking cock. It glistened in the dim light showing the state of the guy’s arousal.

“You horny fuck,” Richard uttered, giggling like a horny teenager.

Two of the seated guys were wearing shorts, one keeping his cock concealed, the other openly stroking the cock sticking out of the undone shorts. The third was naked, leaned back, legs stretched out, stroking his hard cock. Richard knew him, a guy by the name of Justin, a mechanic at one of the Ford dealerships that he had had the pleasure of fucking around with a few times. Richard saw the young guy check them out, appearing to focus on Justin. Then the young guy turned to the screen in time to see a naked guy move to the center of a living room where guys were sucking and fucking, and bend over, obviously asking to be fucked.

Richard smiled as he saw life imitate art, as the young guy undid his jeans, stepped out of them, and bent over in front of Justin. There was just the slightest hesitation by Justin, then he stood up and moved behind the young one. Richard zoomed in to watch, as Justin came up behind the young guy, rubbed his hard cock up and down the spread ass, then put it to the hole and just buried it.

“Fuck,” Richard whispered as he watched Justin pull back enough to see most of his cock, then just as quickly, plunged it back into that boy. Body undulating with an urgency, Justin hammered the boy’s hole. Richard turned up the volume from the area and could hear flesh smack against flesh. He heard the moans and cries of the boy bent over, then he heard the pleading.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder.”

“Yeah, Justin, fuck him harder,” Richard uttered aloud as he watched the fuck.

Justin grabbed the boy by the hair, pulled him upright and hugged the naked body to his own. He thrust upward into the boy’s hole making the boy’s cock flop around. One of the other guys on the front row moved in front of them going to his knees.

Richard was touching himself, making his cock hard as he watched that boy get sucked and fucked. Justin shoving into his hole and pushing cock into that suctioning mouth. It was a steady brutal rhythm with no signs of slowing.

“FUCK!”

The boy cried out and began to shudder and jerk. His skin was flush and glistening wetly as he thrashed about between the two men. The one sucking choked causing cum to drip down his chin. Justin pushed the boy over the other man, held his waist tightly, and fucked. Fucked hard and fast, then suddenly he too was shuddering with release

Richard watched the boy dress as Justin and the other man went back to their seats laughing and joking around, no doubt about the piece of ass they just shared.

 

Peyton moved down another corridor away from the small theater room. He felt warm cum trickle down his thigh and how his own cock was still hard. He kept replaying the scene in the theater. How he boldly mimicked what was happening on the screen drawing the attention of the man on the front row. It had been perfect. The man coming to him, then fucking him with a physicality that was damn near frightening. But his cock flexed in his jeans, showing how he was still aroused by the thought of it.

He suddenly needed to piss and worked his way back to the main corridor where he followed the signs to a toilet within the maze. It was dark, wall flat black and lit with black lights. Moving past the lavatories, he came to a trough for pissing, instead of urinals. There was a guy standing dead center of it, naked, arm moving in a familiar way, and it wasn’t to piss. He stepped to the man’s left and saw what he suspected. The stroking of a hard cock. It was average in thickness but longer than average, and ramrod straight. The head was flared wide, and the sac was hanging loose, the nuts swinging back and forth.

Peyton slipped his cock free and quickly began to piss. The stream hit the metal trough louder than he expected, but the relief was bliss. He tilted his head back and exhaled slowly as his bladder emptied itself. When he looked down, he saw the man watching him. It was so blatant as to be humorous, when he considered how often men in public toilets avoided every impression of eye contact or of looking to check someone out.

“Nice cock,” the man uttered as Peyton slipped it back into his jeans.

“Thanks. Yours is nice too,” Peyton replied as he stepped back to leave. He noticed someone in the first stall was on their knees and feet stood at the next facing them. Peyton laughed at how even the toilet was in the realm of play, then headed back to the maze, determined to make his way through the whole club.

He walked through a long narrow room with glory holes lining one side. At several places, guys were being serviced. At the others, most had a mouth at the opening, waiting for their next cock. It was too anonymous for Peyton, so he moved through the room and into another corridor. He had gone only a few feet when he heard the sound of men fucking. He went toward the sound, drawn to it. One turn, then another and he came into a room made to look like a jail cell. The bars split the space, and within the side made to look like a cell, the look was completed with bunkbeds and a steel toilet on the wall, there hung a sling. A man was in it, legs and arms secured to the chains by leather cuffs. At his ass, another was pushing an arm into it. Slowly, working it inward, then tugging it out. The one in the sling shuddered and cried out, then cum spewed from his untouched cock.

Peyton had stayed back in the shadows watching. Now that the one in the sling came, the other eased his arm out of his ass, then freed him. They stood together, kissing like lovers, then eased out of the cell and down a corridor.

Peyton had only seen slings in videos and photos. He looked around finding himself temporarily alone, then eased into the cell. He ran his hand around a cuff, down the chain, then over the still warm leather. He wondered what it would be like, to be in it naked and so exposed. His cock stirred as he considered it.

A sound made Peyton look around and see three men come into the room. They were shirtless, all three just in jeans, and they were jostling each other, playing grab ass and groping each other. They didn’t see Peyton at first as one of them took another’s cock out and stroked it, making a comment on its girth.

Then they saw Peyton.
“Hey, you want to try it out?” one of the guys asked.

Peyton sized them up once they came closer and into the light.

“Sure. What are your first names?”

The guys smiled, and the shorter one, about five seven or so with short blonde hair, stepped forward. “I’m Taylor.”

Peyton saw the lean body and smiling face, knowing he would fuck with him. He looked at the next to step forward. Average height, dark hair, a five o’clock shadow, and a nice build. “I’m Brad.” Peyton knew Brad was just as doable.

“I’m Chris,” the last guy stepped up and the light revealed dark red hair and the most muscular body. About the same height as Brad, but a tattoo sleeve down the left arm and one over the right pec. Peyton looked at the body, then down at the cock angled upward from the fly of the jeans. Yeah, definitely doable.

“What’s your name?” asked Brad.

“Peyton. You guys really want to fuck me?” He smiled at them, knowing the tease of the question.

 

Peyton stood at the end of the sling, slipped the button free on his jeans and pushed down until they fell around his ankles. Then he lay back on the sling and raised his legs. Brad and Chris came to him, each taking a pant leg and tugged them until each leg was free and Peyton was naked. Then they secured each ankle into a cuff. Taylor moved up to his side and took his left arm and secured it. Brad came up to his right side and did the same with the right.

Naked, each leg and arm secured, Peyton lay within the sling as it rocked slightly. His cock rolled over and thickened with his imaginings of what was going to happen. He watched Chris and Taylor stand at his ass, Taylor reaching out and stroking Chris and his cock at the same time.

“I found it,” came Brad’s voice from the shadows, and Peyton looked around to see him come back into the light. He carried something small and black. As Brad neared him, he saw him unfold it realizing it was a blind fold. “Are you willing?” Brad asked, smiling down at him.

“Yeah,” Peyton uttered in reply.

Brad blindfolded him and suddenly he became aware of his nakedness in a manner not felt before. The warmth of the air, the brush of one of the guys between his legs, then hands touching him. Over his chest, stomach and around his cock. A hand took his cock, stroked it increasing his arousal. Fingers rubbed over his nuts, raked down to his hole and fingered it.

“Fucker’s been fucked,” Brad joked.

Peyton moaned as two fingers pushed into his hole. A hand took him by the chin and turned his head to the left. Something raked over his lips, and he knew it was cock. He parted his lips and felt the flared head move through them and over his tongue. He relaxed and let the guy pump it into his mouth.

Controlling his breathing as he focused on the cock in his mouth, the fingers pulled out of his hole and something larger, blunt headed pushed against it. Cock, he thought and shivered as it breached his tightness, then pushed inward. Deeper and deeper, until the guy was pressed against his ass.

“Goddamn, he’s got it all,” Taylor uttered.

Hands held each thigh as cock was tugged outward, then pushed back in. Over and over, until moving in a solid fuck. Faster and faster, until hips banged against his ass. He rocked with the rhythm of their fuck and it increased his arousal.

Then the cock pulled out, and another rubbed up and down his ass, then aligned with his hole. It pushed into him, all the way and he shuddered with the feel of it for it was thicker. The cock in his mouth slipped out and someone was turning his head to the other side. A cock at his lips, then sliding over his tongue.

“Yeah, suck me. Suck that cock…fucking whore,” uttered Brad.

The guy fucking him, pulled back until slipped free, then plunged back into his hole. Time and time again, he felt that cock breach his opening and sink into his depths. Time and time again he felt his own cock flex with his arousal.

“The fucker is leaking like a hose,” Chris whispered.

Peyton shuddered when a tongue swiped over the head of his cock, then lips circled it, and he felt his cock sink into a warm slick mouth.

It went on, cocks fucking his ass, fucking his mouth, how many times the three guys switched places he didn’t know. It was just a blur of sensation. Fucking, sucking, and manipulating him until he was ready to come.

The guy fucking his mouth grabbed ahold of his head, held tightly to it while increasing the pace of his fuck. Peyton felt the cock pump across his tongue, then swell thicker. It was pushed halfway into his mouth, and it flexed on his tongue, once, twice, three times, then cum hit the back of his throat. One wad, then another, then his mouth filled with cum. He had to swallow, or lose some, and he swallowed around the cock until he had it all.

As the cock pulled from his mouth, the one currently fucking his ass slammed into his depths, then kept trying to sink deeper.

“Fuck, take it,” Chris uttered.

Then his hole was empty, but only for a second when another slammed into his depths and began to fuck. Hands held his thighs in a tight grip, holding him in place as cock hammered his insides. He lay back, stretched out with head thrown back, and moaned. Vibrating and rocking with their fuck, someone began toying with his cock again, stroking it until their hand was slick.

Suddenly the cock fucking him pushed inward and held still. He felt the fullness of the penetration, then the flex of the cock filling him with another load.

“Do you want to come?” Taylor whispered in his ear.

“No, not yet.”

The guys laughed, removed the blindfold, then released his arms and legs. Peyton blinked until his eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he saw several guys standing in the edge of the light and at the bars watching them. He stood on wobbly legs until gaining his balance, then he strolled to the bars and put his hard leaking cock through them.

“Someone suck me off.”
Two guys went to their knees. One held his cock at the base as they took turns tonguing the shaft, then sucking it into their mouths. Peyton watched them, the raw hunger each were displaying as they shared his cock. He was so close, his cock rock hard, and he knew it would not take long for release. Soon it flexed thicker, and he pushed forward. The guys were trading places and were shocked to see a thick rope of cum splash over one’s face. Peyton pumped his hips as his cock was moved to the other’s face, and a second thick wad hit the upper lip and over the nose. The guy quickly slipped his mouth over the spurting cock, taking each subsequent ejaculation until Peyton was spent.

Suddenly exhausted and spent, Peyton stepped back from the bars and turned to see Taylor, Chris, and Brad standing behind him. Brad held up his jeans, grinning like a fool. Peyton strolled over, flaccid cock flapping against his thigh, and took his jeans.

“Thanks guys.”

“Oh, thank you,” Chris replied.

“Well, I’m done for the night. You guys take care.”

 

Peyton went to the front, showered off, and slipped on his jeans, deciding he didn’t need to bother with his shirt. He checked out, got in his car, and headed home. The city streets were nearly empty, and everything was closed. The clock said 4:23 A.M. and Bitter Sweet Symphony came on the radio. He lowered the windows, cranked up the volume, and sang along while negotiating the streets making his way back across town.

When he got to his apartment, having to park further away than normal, he strolled across the parking lot shirtless, feeling his masculinity. The sexual nature of it as the cool night air seemed to caress his exposed skin. As he came to his building, Lucas in the ground floor apartment looked out, then quickly closed the curtain.

Peyton smiled, knowing Lucas was trying to check him out. He had seen how the guy looked at him, stammered and stuttered when trying to talk to him, and like now, looked out when he was coming home, even at 4:41 A.M. in the morning.

Peyton just wanted a hot shower, clean boxers, and his bed. But come tomorrow, he might want something else. He climbed the stair, looking down at Lucas’ window and saw the curtain move again, Lucas peeping out once more.

Yeah, maybe tomorrow he would want something different to scratch that itch as he circled the landing.